Chapter 20: Lashing Out

Priscilla’s POV

Wyatt had told me once he had to strategize what to say to me more than he had to when determining moves on a battlefield. That should have told me I made him nervous, uncertain. He was a man that lived in his thoughts.

His words always had purpose. He was not the type of man to speak for the luxury of hearing his own voice. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever heard him swear once. So, hearing him swear, losing all trace of intelligent thought turned me on more than I cared to admit.

The overthinker who I had become familiar with was slowly disappearing into the cloud of pleasure while the beast whom I rarely saw came out to play. The more primal side of him tangled his fingers into my hair, pulling hard enough it sent tingles down my back, but not hard enough that it hurt.

Even now, as I was performing an act I had never done before, or much less wanted to do before, he was taking care not to hurt me.